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As I walk into the school that I once perceived it to be, I slowly start to realize what I just got myself into.
I remember my family and friends waving and cheering me on to succeed in my dreams in being a musician. But now it’s taken a turn for worse.
It’s been crazy here. At first, I was lead by some strangers to a barren room with simply rusty iron bars, a brown wooden desk, and a old chair right in front of a window. All I have to sleep on is a small, broken down mattress with a dusty woolly blanket on top. As I walk into the room, I hear the screams of other people echoing across the halls. It sent a shiver down my spine as they locked me into the tight, confined cell, that I was supposed to live in. This made me want to scream at the top of my lungs, exactly the way the others did down the hall, in hopes that someone would hear. But from what I can hear, it looks like that didn’t work out.
With all the time in the world to myself and only myself, I started to question things; a lot of things actually. From “Why is the sky blue?” to “How do windows work?” to “What did I do to deserve this?” “Why am I here?” “Who are those other people?” “Is this what jail is like?” “AM I IN JAIL?!”
All those questions and a bunch more, swirled around in my head, but the one question that stood out above the rest was, “How can I get out of here?” and that’s the question I had plan to answer.